All Chapters of Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

The mansion rose before her like something from another world. Massive gates of black iron slid open without a sound, and the sleek car glided up the long driveway. The estate was lit with soft golden lights, casting shadows over marble pillars and sprawling balconies. The air smelled faintly of roses and rain, yet nothing about it felt comforting. It was beautiful in the way a predator was beautiful, dangerous in its perfection.Clara sat stiff in the backseat, her hands trembling against her lap. The man who had bought her sat beside her, relaxed, watching her in silence. His presence filled the space more than the leather seats or the gleaming car ever could. The weight of his eyes on her skin made her shiver. She had never been more aware of her body, of the thinness of her dress, of how completely vulnerable she was in his world.The car stopped at the front steps. The driver got out and opened the door, bowing slightly. Clara hesitated, her throat tight, but the man placed a han

The silk robe clung to Clara’s damp skin, her legs still unsteady from the night before. Her throat was raw from moaning his name into the padded bench. Her wrists bore faint marks from the cuffs. Her inner thighs ached with the proof of how thoroughly he had claimed her. She should have felt broken. She should have felt disgusted. But the only thing she felt now… was that disturbing emptiness that came when he was not touching her.She walked barefoot through the hallway of his mansion, the echo of her steps soft against the polished marble floor. He hadn’t come to her room that morning. No orders. No punishments. No cruel words whispered against her skin. Just silence. It was worse than anything else. Because now she craved him. She hated herself for it, but it was true. She wanted the pain. The control. The dominance that wrapped around her like a second skin. Her body had stopped resisting. Now, it only longed.The door to the study was open, the smell of whiskey and spice driftin

The morning light poured through the massive windows, casting a golden hue across the dark hardwood floors. The sheets around her were soft, expensive, smelling faintly of cedar and sex. Ava blinked slowly, her muscles aching, her inner thighs sore. Her knees felt bruised, her wrists chafed faintly from where he had gripped them too tightly in the dark.She had fallen asleep naked, leashed to the bedpost like an obedient pet. No blanket. No pillow. Just the cool air and the low hum of the city lights in the distance. And when she woke, she expected to find herself alone again. But he was there, sitting in a leather chair by the bed, fully dressed in black slacks and a fitted white shirt. He watched her the way a scientist watches a subject in a lab. Calm. Calculating. Intrigued.“I like how quiet you are in the morning,” he said, sipping from a porcelain cup. “But you’re not allowed to stay in bed.”She pushed herself up with a small groan, her limbs heavy. “Sir…”“Don’t speak yet.”H

Sunday morning came like the end of a fever dream.The windows were open. Cold air drifted in, carrying the scent of salt and silence. The sheets around her were fresh. Clean. The ones soaked in sweat, tears, and everything he’d wrung out of her the night before were gone. Replaced like her.Ava blinked against the bright light, sitting up slowly. Her body still ached. Between her thighs, behind her knees, across her back. She was sore in places she didn’t know could hurt. Her lips were swollen. Her breasts still bore faint marks of his teeth. But it wasn’t the pain that made her throat tighten.It was the emptiness.The leash was gone.So was the collar.She was alone.For the first time since Friday evening, the air around her felt too quiet. Too neutral. There were no commands. No fingers in her mouth. No voice telling her to kneel. Just her—and the crushing weight of being no one again.She rose from the bed, clutching the edge of the sheets to her chest, though there was no one t

She woke to the weight of silk sheets and silence.The light filtering through the blinds was soft, but her body felt bruised, hollow, stretched open in more ways than she could understand. Her mouth tasted like him. Her inner thighs were sticky with dried desire and shame. Her wrists still bore the faintest red lines from where he had tied her down.Ava blinked slowly, adjusting to the room. Her clothes were gone. Her phone, too. In their place on the nightstand was a black envelope.She reached for it with shaking fingers. Her name wasn’t on the outside. It just said Stay.Inside was a single card.Your job’s not done.Stay until I say otherwise.You’ll be paid double.Her throat tightened.The smart thing would be to get up. Walk out. Take the money and run. That had been the plan from the beginning—survive the night, get what she needed, and vanish from this city before her past caught up again.But she didn’t move.Not because she was afraid.Because she wanted to see what else h